From: Annette Gisby Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 14:10:32 -0000 Subject: NEW "LETTING GO NC-17 MSR by ANNETTE GISBY" TITLE: Letting Go AUTHOR: Annette Gisby EMAIL: penguin2@cableinet.co.uk CATEGORY: V, MSR RATING: NC-17 Time to hide the kiddies! I want to caress you I want to posess you I never want to let you go I want to touch you I want to crush you I never want to let you go I want to hear you breathing next to me I want to feel you dying next to me I never want to let you go ******** Scully is already at work when I arrive, her head bent down over her laptop, her fingers flying over the keys so fast that they resemble a blur to my sleep deprived eyes. I never sleep much, but lately my insomnia has gotten much worse. The reason is sitting in front of me, looking as good as ever, I don't think she's had trouble sleeping and I feel a knife twist in my guts. Was he there with her last night? Did she fall alseep in his arms? My mind fills in the blanks with cinematic precision and I sigh. The body next to her isn't mine. It isn't my arms holding her. I don't hear her call my name in the throes of passion. She would be passionate, I can tell. I don't believe what they call her, there's no way Scully could be made of ice. If she is, I want to melt her. "Morning," I say, but she doesn't reply, just turns her chair so that her back is to me and she doesn't have to look at me. Great, she's still sulking. I'd never thought Scully would be one to hold a grudge for so long, but there it is. Eight days. Eight days she's refused to speak to me. Our last conversation goes round in my head, over and over as if it's stuck on a loop. Of course I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous? It's not as if this Paul is any threat. He's transitory, he won't last long. Not with our jobs, the hours we work, the long field trips. He'll get suspicious of all the time Scully spends with me. They always do, they know Scully is mine. I just haven't claimed her yet. I sit down at my desk and boot up the computer, checking my emails and going over the report I'm supposed to be working on. Poltergeist activity in New York, from our last field trip. We always end up with the weird, even slightly out there and we're supposed to hop on a plane and investigate. Half the time it could be solved just as well by local law enforcement, but why pass up the chance of getting the FBI involved? Probably the only excitement they get all year. But it's no use, I can't concentrate. All I can see is a naked Scully with an equally naked Paul. I wish I'd never met him, I'd rather it was a faceless body with Scully. Or mine. I close my eyes and see her with me, a curtain of hair falling onto my face as she leans over me. "What?" demands Scully and brings my fantasy to a complete halt. "Huh?" "You groaned, Mulder. Are you ill?" I am sick. Sick with love and longing for her. "No. I'm not ill." At least she was speaking to me now. "Then why did you groan?" I don't think Scully would like the answer to that. "I was thinking." "Thinking?" she stands up and moves to the filing cabinet to put a folder away. "What were you thinking?" I follow her to the cabinet and stand next to her, smelling her. She looks up, surprised to see how close I am to her and she tries to duck away. But I'm too quick for her and I grab her wrist and whirl her around to face me. Her back is leaning against the side of the filing cabinet and I have hold of both her wrists in my right hand. I have them pinned above her head agianst the cabinet and the position makes her breathe hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It always amazes me how small she is, I could hurt her if I want to and I think she knows this. Her eyes are bright and shiny as she looks into mine. "I was thinking about you," I lean down and kiss her neck, licking a trail with my tongue along her collarbone and then into the vee of her blouse, stopping before I reach her breasts. Her breath catches in her throat and she struggles against my hand, but I have hold of her too tight and she cannot get free. "I was thinking about you and me. Naked. Together," I whisper in her ear and I can swear that she shudders. Her breathing is becoming ragged, as though she can't get enough air. I lower her arms slightly, but I don't let go. She's not going to get away from me that easily. I've waited too long for this, and so has she. I know what she wants, even though she won't admit it. I caress her neck with my free hand, letting it slip under her blouse where it just crazes along the length of lace of her bra and she simpers, although she's trying to be quiet. Still trying to be in contol, Scully? I want her to lose control. I want her to scream my name when she comes. I'm so aroused, I feel I could burst, my erection pressing into her stomach. It feels soft and my lower body acts of its own accord and rubs against her, but I have to check myself. Nice though it is, I won't last long if I keep doing that. I reach down and pull up her skirt to the top of her thighs. Naked thighs. Scully is wearing hold-up stockings and I let my hand linger on her thigh for a while, not moving it. Just feeling the heat of her flesh. She's burning up. Because of me. Because of what I'm doing to her. Scully wriggles, to try and get my hand to move to where she wants it to be. Feeling a little frustrated, Scully? I could tease her a little more, but I don't want to. I want to touch her there. My hand moves a little further between her legs and I feel the silk of her panties. They're soaked with her juices. I can't believe how wet I've made her. I fondle her through the silk for a while, feeling her legs tremble. After a while, I slip a finger under the edge and my flesh comes into contact with her for the first time. My finger slips into her easily and I pump in and out of her, feeling her walls contract around me. She's close to the edge, so close. Her eyes bore into me, begging me. For what? For release? To stop? If only she would say something, but I know she won't. That would mean she was in control and I realise that's what she wants. She doesn't want to be in contol. She wants to lose all control. With me. I have to force her. Not rape, but do it so she feels she had no choice in the matter. Then it wouldn't be her fault, would it? If she had no control, she isn't doing anything wrong. I kiss her forcefully on the mouth, hearing her moan. I leave her hands and suddenly she is on me like a wild amimal, ripping the buttons off my shirt and yanking my tie off with such force I almost choke. Her hands pull down my zipper and reach in to feel the length of me. I jump in her hands and kiss her again, reaching down to squeeze her breasts through her clothes, the nipples harden beneath my touch and she thrusts her whole body towards me. I push a knee between her legs and she moans low and deep, I can feel her wetness on the leg of my trousers and I want her now. I reach down and rip her panties off, still kissing her long and deep. She's making the most amazing noises, little gasps and sqeaks as I lead her to the desk and push her down onto it, almost banging her head. We're like wild amimals, all teeth and claws as if we can't get there fast enough. As I enter her it's like being encased in velvet, she's slippery and I have no trouble filling her to the hilt. We're still half dressed and seeing her with her suit jacket and blouse on the top half and me pumping into her lower body is incredibly arousing and I go faster and faster. I can feel the climax building, but I try to hold on, I want to see her come. I lean down and kiss her neck and it's like a switch has been flicked. She bucks wildy beneath me and I feel her muscles contract around me with the force of her orgasm. "OH GOD! MULDER!" Her hands clutch my back as tightlty as they can and suddenly I'm there. I'm falling, falling over the edge and landing on top of Scully. Three, four, five spurts and I'm there, filling her with my essence. We're both covered in sweat. Our clothes are ruined, but I don't care. I'll buy her a whole new wardrobe if she'll let me do that forever. "God, Scully. What did we just do?" "I think we relieved some tension," she smiles up at me before giving me a big sloppy kiss. I could kiss her all day, stay forever in the warm dark cave of her mouth. "So what do we tell Paul?" I ask finally. "Nothing." "Nothing?" "We had one date, Mulder. It didn't work out. I kept comparing him to you and no-one could measure up to you." "You didn't...?" I have to ask. "What do you take me for? It took over six years for you, do you honestly think I would have slept with him on the first date?" "I don't know," I say. I still don't know what happened between her and Ed Jerse, she's never told me. But I don't want to know, not now. Not now I've claimed her as my own. There's only going to be one man in Dana Scully's future. Me. I will never let her go. I would rather kill her first. THE END feedback: penguin2@cableinet.co.uk check out my x-files fanficiton at http://homepages.which.net/~annette.gisby/index.htm